If love could inhabit hearts of marble
Creatures young and old would rejoice
When hearts elect to protect barbel
Fish which salutes the sanctity of choice.
If plastic smiles could die
Fecund friendships would prosper
At the detriment of pies of lies
Circulated with a straight face by a green grasshopper.
If an ounce of truth for a moment could live
In hearts hovering in helicopters of expediency
A plethora of opportunities would forgive
Souls bent on sowing seeds of belligerency.
If a sense of shame could suffice
In metamorphosing hypocrites
Into souls of integrity veracity dice
Would roll to reveal soapy secrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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